SONGS

WHEN A GYPSY MAKES HIS VIOLIN CRY,MY LIPS ARE STILL,BUT A HAUNTING THRILLFANS A SMOULDERING FIRE,WHEN A GYPSY MAKES HIS MAGIC STRINGS SIGH.AGAIN TO ME,COMES THE MEMORYOF AN OLD DESIRE.HE DRAWS HIS BOWAND SEEMS TO KNOWTHAT LOVE ONCE HURT MY HEART.AND AS HE PLAYS FOR ME,I'M LOST IN REVERIE,HOW I TREASURE EVERY MEASURE TILLTHE LAST NOTES DIE,WHEN A GYPSY MAKES HIS VIOLIN CRY.